The Sorrow of Love

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My love you have stolen,out of my warm, untouched heart.

Unable to give up the sweet smelling tart, you hide it away, causing my heart to swell up with pain.

Only for you, which you had in view.

Pulling me closer and closer to you.

You just love me for the attention, which you find hard to mention.

I find you charming and unforgettable, making my love for you a whole lot more graceful.

But when you realize your love for me is fake, you run away, with my love, you still take.

Leaving my heart with no purpose.

Leaving it cold, empty and helpless.

But all the while, still loving you.

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